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We awake after a long sleep. Without much purpose we seemed unable to move from each others grasp. It comforts our brokenness. It keeps us sane in this foreign world. Without much of an option we decide to walk down the hill towards the valley. Its a bright clear day. The air is perfect. Its late mid day. The golden clouds glow with beauty. Today I feel as if I have a sense of happiness tingling inside of me. Its itching to build a closure bond with Meg.
We have seen so much pain the for as long as we can really look back. This is a whole new world. Exotic and beautiful its time we to try and explorer it. I am trapped in my head thinking of all the things this place may have to offer. Things to touch, and see. Break and destroy. (I mean I am a guy) Destroying stuff is quite fun. building stuff too. But I must say I have a knack for crushing my sandcastles. I have been lost in thought for a while walking with an excited like fast pace. I am definitely a few yards in front of Meg she takes notice to my energy.

"Whats got you all hyped up?" she asks sounding unenthusiated.

"This place! its so big many places to explorer break and light on fire!" I say now for the field with tall golden grass in front of me. I see a big tree in the middle sort of like oiur meadow but it looks much older and bigger. Its big wide. and perfectly symmetrical. Its a fat tree for it branches spring out fully in every direction. Its the perfect tree house tree. I would love to have one of these in my yard when I was a kid. I would never come down.

"You are definitely easily amused." Meg gives me this glare. A glare like "You are definitely still a child" It fuels the fire to my wildness. I feel like I am five in this place. Now running in the field rolling in it crushing the tall grass making air plane sounds with my arms widely spread pretending to be an air plane. Meg just follows behind with a nauseated baby sitting look on her face. I can car less about her happiness. Right now this is My time this is me. My own happy time. I am adventuring I am playing like I never did when I was a child. I am carefree and most of all happy. Its perfect.

I race for the tree with intent to climb it. and stop when I get about fifty feet in front of it.

"woah!" I say as I look up at the tree. I just noticed this tree is filled with what looks like glass jars. as if the tree glows them. Mason jars to be exact the type of jars you would fill canned goods with. and store it for later. Its odd seeing a huge beautiful trees filled with jars. I am a fast learner to not question the logoc of this place for it already makes absolute no sense. Screw thinking right now I got better things to do. Like climb this tree and annoy the last few tight screws right of megs head with the mood I am in.

"I'ma climb it. I am destined too. This tree needs conquered. By my hand I am Invading this land in the name of Avery Flatts."

"you're such a goof" meg finally chuckles at my spontaneous mood.

Before she could get the words out I was already racing up the tree climbing like It's been my job to climb. when in reality I maybe have climbed a handful of trees my whole life. I am almost to the top and I take off my grey hoodie and Tie it to the top branch as a makeshift flag.

"This area has been conquered., come up and join me in my tree castle!" I yell as meg has just been taking this all in. She has been quite for far too long. Annoying or not I am getting her in this tree if even if I have to carry her up here. I shake a branch to make noise. (I love noise) to make sure Meg has nothing other than me to pay attention too if she likes it or not.

"Don't do that. You are breaking the glass things" She says concerned even tho she also has no idea why they would be in a tree.

"I now have started purposely throwing them on the ground so they would shatter. I know it annoys her. and annoying her is whats going to get her in this tree with me. so I keep doing it. Its man logic really. Annoy the person to death until you get what you want. Its a perfect strategy. works like a charm.

"If you stop breaking the jars I will come up." she yells at me almost in a motherly like tone.

I win. It worked. Now I chuckle at the pathetic attempt Meg is making at climbing this tree. Its really amusing. More amusing than breaking the jars I must add.

"Are you going to help me up here or just stand there and laugh at me?" she asks

"what do you think? This is quality amusement. I could watch you trying to climb this tree all day."

"Just give me your damn hand!" she grunts angrily as she tries to grip to a branch.

I give her a hand and help her up the tree. I don't think I have a choice I think she is getting quite annoyed. I dont want her to for real lash out on me. Its all in fun.

Were huddled in this tree now gazing at the Chrystal castle that looks as if its still miles in the distance. Its glimmering over the water showing its reflection as it towers into the sky. It looks empty even tho its far away. I have no idea what would be held up in there. I don't feel like finding out just yet. I still am not done with this tree.

Its now getting darker as we just gaze at the moons still visible during the day, the grass in the meadow and the mountain range that seems to go on forever where the door disappeared. just taking it all in. Trying to figure out what this place is and what it means to be here. I decide to pluck another mason jar and fiddle with it figure out why its growing from a tree. Its just a jar. glass. something pointless. ..Growing in a tree.
It now dawned on me. I take the jar and form a deep blue orb of light in my hands. Its bright and beautiful. I then stick my hand in the jar and let it hover in the jar reflecting creating a makeshift light bulb. It gotten Megs attention.

"That's genius! Meg then creates hundreds of orbs of all sorts of color and on her command of just graceful body commands she has all the orbs travel to a separate jar.

"Woah"
I am stunned again. Its beautiful. the tree is lighting up like a Christmas tree yet differantly. There are more colors. its more abstract and naturally colorful It looks as if this is what the jars are for. It simply beautiful. I want to climb down and look at it from a distance. I slowly climb down this time as I am still struck by the beauty of my idea. I step back and roll around in the grass pushing it down and I just sit and watch. Amazed at the beauty of this tree. Its a sight I can barley describe. Its just memorizing. It glows with deep distinct neon lights of every color.
Meg startled me as she sat down beside me. I still dont take my eyes off the tree.

"Beautiful isn't it."

"I have no words for it."

the darker it gets the more electrifying and stunning this tree gets.

"I told you not to break the jars. They were there for a reason."

"can you change the colors from here? You obviously out do me in this light controlling stuff."

Before I finish the whole tree quickly shines pearly white. Besides my baby blue bulb in the center of the tree. It really sticks out. This whole tree really just blows my mind. This is truly something else I am glad I instinctively went towards the tree. We just sit and watch. cross legged in the grass at this tree. our feet asleep. Hours have definitely gown by. It doesn't matter. Meg keeps changing the colors we keep messing with the color scheme. I finally figured out how to change mine from here. Its really a no brainier. I put too much thought into to it. Its all mental. Its like commanding yourself to walk. It just happens. We went through hundreds of colors and schemes and we always go back to the white pearly tree with the blue bulb in the center. It is beyond beautiful.

"I wish we could take a picture of this and save it forever. These mental pictures are barley enough."

We spent the full day and most of the night at this tree with its electrifying and stunning abstract life we brought it. we curl up next to the trunk of the tree where there isn't any broken glass and just gaze at the tree. We both haven't said much or had really any deep conversation today about anything. This tree has kept us both occupied and beyond entertained. We end up dozing off under the pearly white lit tree with the solo blue bulb till morning.

Before I doze off I manage to say something in the midst of being half sleeping.
I am not sure even if Meg heard me. It doesn't matter.

"This is better than old times. I am glad you are here with me."